Band Of The Dead Lyrics - Harper Roy

Lonely faces 

Empty spaces 

Hiding places 

Nowhere to be 

Growing skylines 

Spreading street signs........Jesus freakers 

All in straight lines.........Strange believers 

More every days...............Too many speakers 

All in the way 

But it's all the same the world over 

Twentieth century 

Stuck in the red 

In the bank of the dead 

Holy Society 

Insanity cities etc 

Maybe you'll catch us 

But you won't reach us 

Trying to teach us 

How to be good 

With civilisation 

By population 

With moral castration 

Taming the flood 

Making sure of survivors 

To keep money spiders 

And moon rocket riders 

Rolling in blood 

And it's all the same the world over etc